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From Wordsworth

This week I came across some poetry I had not read since I was in college – a long time ago. I did remember that Wordsworth’s Ode: Intimations of Immortality¬†was beautiful, but I had not remembered how significant these lines were:

The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness
And not in utter nakedness
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.

I had planned to use these lines for today’s post but my computer failed and destroyed what I had written.
I hope to rescue the text and publish it in a couple of days.